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my money, you run it up, my Niggas sprint
You need that I got con-NEC-tions, nation-wide NO sprint
I'm all about the come up, been 
About it, commas,

my money, you run it up, my Niggas sprint
You need that I got con-NEC-tions, nation-wide NO sprint
I'm all about the come up, been 
About it, commas,

on pizza 
I have no respect for cheaters
It's okay to show emotion, you ain't gotta be the hardest 
Flexing on the gram can easily make you a target
Online

say it like it's over I'mma make a way
By whatever means, you better tell 'em Jay
My hearts consumed with determination safe to say
Hey what we got

seem to find anyone real around
But it's all good ur looking right through
Every good person who makes a sound
And shawty I hate to always see you

I ain't get it all back then but now it makes sense
I hit my credit limit grinding for the hours I spent
I said I trust you and I really meant it

fakers
I've been in this room for a real hot minute
Like a Beyblade ima end your life then spin it
Fuckin with the wrong clique, I thought we had you

Panic Attack

Dave

Six Paths

2016

you to an inch of your life for all your chatting
Shut your fucking mouth and make p's
I used to let disrespect slide to make peace
Now it's like I'm

I wonder who's to blame
I'd like to make you stay
But I just don't know how
It's really such a shame
How am I supposed to feel
I wrote this one

your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track into it
Another classic moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic

to the brothers

Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane. 

By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They

come through
Without you I make tha dream come true
Lose it all I don't Quit I make due
All these tear drops n bucket made stew
I done helped so many but

clubs, nigga (Lord)
Pandemic got niggas eatin' like Action Bronson
Thanksgiving, catchin' the corona like Magic Johnson (you did)
Is it real? Is it

name Jesus Christ
By his people he was hated and crucified
I'm telling the truth no lies
Keeping it real can't fake it
I hope that I make it
In the City

a hand
All my girls racked up, racked up
All yo bitches aint got that much
And I pray to God that you make amends
King James version, not a Lakers fan
I

Bumpy Bring It Home

Freddie Foxxx

Street Triumph

2006

to the brain is what you felt son
Then I take off my belt son
Show you what a whippin' is, what a true real mic rippin' is
You fake niggas can't make it hard

to the brain is what you felt son
Then I take off my belt son
Show you what a whippin' is, what a true real mic rippin' is
You fake niggas can't make it hard

burned by standing in my way
Cause I'ma tell you what I learned if anything
Nobody cares what you have to say, yeah
But I'ma say it anyway

Yeah, listen

and I love them back
Was real from the jump I ain't never change
No matter the pain I'll always laugh
When push comes to shove though I'm Jesse James with

Its just me and this Malbec,

If knew you what your love meant to me,
I could never say any bad things,
Everything was real,
Nothing in between,
I

rapper treat me like a gift
I'm Tori I'm Tana its zone six Atlanta
I know you heard Future I know you heard Gucci
I'm on probation don't make me shoot uzis

A Letter to the New York Post

Public Enemy

Apocalypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Black

1991

you're gonna tell a story about people's worries
Watch what you tell 'em 'cause they don't bring you glory
It only brings agony, ask James Cagney
He

game
Do you wanna know where to find real hell?
Well it is inside your head
C'mon give it to me
Just a reason to be
A better version of who I am
C'mon

mercy mercy for Bukunu
Iheanacho, Iheanacho
When I come by your house, will you keep me waiting so long
Mummy me, Abwoi
Me am asking why late
Inside